No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
Lovely photos and words, V.J.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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so beautiful to look at, even though I don’t like to drive in it
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Thanks and agreed.
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V.J., I may not like snow, but I do have to admit your photos makes it look so pretty 😀 😀
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Thanks Cee. It has its moments.
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Gorgeous photos and poem! It’s strange that it is still Autumn until Dec 20th, yet all over the US ans where you live Winter decided to take over early! Beautiful work as always V.J.! ❤
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Weather seldom seems to follow a calendar. Thanks Deborah.
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